Artistic, I am not

I enjoy art, but often don’t understand the new stuff.
I love art supply stores, but prefer to leave the supplies in more capable hands.
I admire arty folk and their ability to produce something from very little.
Alas, artistic talents have not been blessed to me. I’m fine with this (grumble, grumble, gripe, gripe)

I remember my grandmother taking my cousin and I to see a Monet exhibition. This is where I came to appreciate art. Years later my first date with Steve was to see the Rembrandt to Renoir exhibition in Auckland. Then even years later, wandering the Louvre in Paris.

What fascinates we most I think is often not the subject of the piece but the tiny details. The hairs from the paintbrush still stuck in the paint, the fingerprint where the artist has touched the canvas, the detail given to a face carved from marble. The little stories that go with the piece intrigue me.

Here’s a piece that I thought was incredible. My photos don’t do it justice, however I found some photos on another website www.house42.com which I will provide a link to. They have taken some stunning photos of him. The Boy with Frog by Charles Ray is made of aluminium and just glows white like marble. His whole body is incredibly smooth looking and his face is captivating. I just stood and stared at him as I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. Standing at 8ft he is of a size that doesn’t feel daunting standing next to him nor too small to be lost in amongst the tourists. He stands, staring at the frog he holds, from his vantage point at the tip of the Punta della Dogana.

www.house42.com is the link to more photos that do the piece much better justice than mine.